The dragon looks at me with narrowed eyes,
It’s fiery breath towards me flies.
Just in time I shield myself, or I would have been aflame,
Treating a dragon with a cold, is no easy game…
The lads are out, all playing in the snow,
But as time passes, their hunger will grow.
The pancakes sit ready, now eyed by Mr. Cat
Coz the secret ingredient is a pesky little rat…